( The hug that Frieda gives her is enough to ground her, but it still feels surreal all the same. How could it not? Even when knowing that this world could bring back the dead, it still feels like this could be a dream. The hug is warm and firm, but it's still difficult to believe that it's real.
It's still enough to bring her back to reality, the tears falling from her face. If it wasn't for her, then she would have been alone as a child -- she would not have become the person she is today. Even if she hadn't remembered Frieda at the time, she's sure that it was her influence that helped her become a kinder person.
Her arms wrap around Frieda, and she finally speaks. )
I-- I'm so happy to see you. ( How much about home does she know of? Has she experienced death? It's something that Historia may hesitate to bring up -- at least, she won't tell her right away. ) It's not just us -- so many people from home have been brought here.
( There's no denying how her voice wavers, Historia's fingers gently gripping clothing. )
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It's still enough to bring her back to reality, the tears falling from her face. If it wasn't for her, then she would have been alone as a child -- she would not have become the person she is today. Even if she hadn't remembered Frieda at the time, she's sure that it was her influence that helped her become a kinder person.
Her arms wrap around Frieda, and she finally speaks. )
I-- I'm so happy to see you. ( How much about home does she know of? Has she experienced death? It's something that Historia may hesitate to bring up -- at least, she won't tell her right away. ) It's not just us -- so many people from home have been brought here.
( There's no denying how her voice wavers, Historia's fingers gently gripping clothing. )